Page 138 of Never Say Never

Tasso's body crashed to the floor, and I forced out a breath. "Hey." My voice cracked, even swinging the bat was making things worse. "Can I borrow a knife?"

Harlow waltzed over to me; he didn't even look human with his long black hair framing his face and blood covering every inch of him. He passed it over without a word and went back to Benito's side.

Today was a day of revenge.

I started cutting through Tasso's flesh. He let out a gargled shout and his eyes flew open but it was too late. I hit the artery and was sprayed with hot blood. "Shit, this is why knives suck." I spat out what I could. My hands were raw as I pushed on.

"Let me," Gin said.

I didn't have it in me to argue. I fell back on my ass and handed the knife over. Exhaustion dragged me closer and closer to passing the hell out. Gin used Silvy to break through bone and cut off Tasso's head faster.

"You two good?" Benito asked.

I gave him a thumbs up as Gin cut the last pieces and Tasso's head rolled to the side. I glanced over my shoulder at my brother as he held his husband close.

"You?" I croaked out.

Benito nodded. "Glad you're fine. And we’re better now,” he said, glancing at Harlow. “Good call giving the kids trackers. We were fucking scrambling for minute there."

“How did they get in?” I asked.

"That nanny of yours was picked up by them. Her body was found by one of our guys in the dumpster right outside the building.”

I couldn't say I felt bad that Shelly was dead, but I was annoyed I'd let her leave without making sure she wouldn't be able to talk. Mistakes had been made, and I was just as much to blame. She might have already given the information to Hunter, but they got passcodes to enter by talking to her.

"Come on, let's announce our victory and get the hell out of here. The kids are waiting for us." Benito kissed his husband before directing him toward the door that would lead us back onto the main factory floor.

Gin was there next to me, offering help. I took it as everything around me went black for a second.

"Aye, you good?" Gin asked.

Not really.

"York," I groaned.

"Thought you would say that. Let's get you back to your fed." Gin tossed my arm over his shoulder and held onto me.

I blinked away the fuzzy vision all while taking in shallow breaths. Benito looked back at me, and I know I didn't look too great if worry showed on his face too.

"Medical staff are back at the building waiting on us. Melony will start off on you. Me and Harlow have surface wounds,” Benito said.

I didn't have the breath to thank him, but I would when I could. As we entered the main room, the sounds of fighting had mostly died down. The moonlight that poured in from the high windows lit up the area, making it impossible to miss the masses of bodies from both sides littering the ground.

Harlow parted from Benito and held up Qiang's head, presenting it to the room. A roar of cheers erupted in the entire factory. I leaned heavily on Gin, barely holding my own weight up any longer. Every inch of me screamed in agony. Still, I searched the crowd for the one man I needed to see. I found Enzo, breath tight in my lungs until York moved next to him.

I scanned him from head to toe. His deep brown skin had splashes of blood all over. His clothes were a mess, but other than that, he didn't seem too hurt. His head turned and our gazes locked. My heart stopped, and I was hit with just how much I loved this man. I knew for a while, but everyday it felt like the reality of it was a shock to my system.

"This is real gay," Gin joked.

"Shut up," I wheezed.

York ran over to us, Gin passed me over like I was a loaf of bread, handing over most of my weight to York.

"This war is over," Benito said.

Gin tossed him the head of Tasso as well. Harlow and Benito held them up like proud trophies. I didn't give a damn what he was saying anymore. I nuzzled into the crook of York's neck and breathed him in. My knees buckled, and I felt York's arms around my waist. The sounds around me became muffled, battling with the blood rushing in my ears. Even now, I knew passing out wasn't a good idea. We still needed to make it home to check on the girls. But my body was at its limit a long time ago and I'd pushed past it. My consciousness wavered as I desperately tried to hold on.

"I got you," York promised.